Feeling and thought!—till the rekindled chords
Give the long-buried tone back to immortal words.
Mrs. Hemans.
O, surely melody from Heaven was sent
To cheer the soul, when tired with human strife,
To soothe the wayward heart by sorrow rent,
And soften down the rugged road of life.
Kirke White.
O, what a gentle ministrant is music
To piety—to mild, to penitent piety!